Almighty Star Daddy

Because there was an event, I couldn't go to the airport to pick up Han Mo with the little guy. After the event, Shu Ya rushed to Han Mo's house. The two who had not seen each other for more than ten days missed each other very much. They were very honest in their hearts and honest in their bodies, but It is also difficult to be at Han Mo's house, which is not very convenient.

The little guy is very happy because his father is here. He is usually a snack foodie, but now his appetite has soared, one bite of meat, one bite of vegetables, and a big mouthful of rice.

"Xuanxuan, eat slowly, don't choke." Chen Yuehong said worriedly.

The little guy continued to gobble and eat without stopping because of his grandmother's words.

Chen Yuehong shook her head helplessly, and her eyes fell on Han Mo, who was sitting next to the little guy.

Han Mo was looking at Shu Ya intentionally or unintentionally, and his left hand made some small movements under the table from time to time, but his thoughts were not at the dinner table at all. Of course, no one except Shu Ya could see these thoughts.

It's just that it has been so long, when the meal was just started, the spare ribs that Chen Yuehong gave him were still lying in the bowl.

"Son, why don't you eat it? The spare ribs I gave you just now are still in your bowl. You haven't eaten anything for so long." Chen Yuehong said dissatisfiedly.

Han Mo was startled by his mother's sudden voice, and before he had time to stretch out his hand for the nth time, he suddenly shrank back.

He laughed awkwardly, "I ate it, why didn't I eat it, why don't I eat it all the time?" After speaking, Han Mo picked up a piece of spareribs and stuffed it into his mouth with a click, eager to prove that he ate it. , I didn't care what I got from the bowl, my teeth hurt a little after this mouthful.

Chen Yuehong wanted to say something, but Han Jun interrupted, "You are a worrying life. If your granddaughter eats too much, you are afraid of choking. If your son eats less, you are afraid of starvation. You don't care about anyone, and you can eat in peace." After speaking, the old man gave his wife a piece of beef.

Chen Yuehong stopped talking, and the dining table returned to its original state. The little guy devoured it, Han Mo ate absentmindedly, and Shu Ya was disturbed and couldn't eat well.

The little guy hadn't seen his father for a long time. He pestered his father to tell stories, and told them one after another. Han Mo's mouth was dry, but the little guy was still unfulfilled. During this period, Shu Ya suggested his mother to tell Xuan Xuan stories several times. , were rejected by the little guy.

Until Han Mo said that it was very late, and he had to take a bath first and then sleep.

But the little guy proposed to tell five more stories after taking a bath before going to bed.

After a bit of haggling, the final deal was to tell three stories.

Han Mo could clearly feel that the little guy was already very sleepy.

Children have a fixed bedtime every day, and children's biological clocks are particularly accurate, but now they have gone to bed for an hour.

Usually, Han Mo coaxes the child to fall asleep. The child's small movements have long indicated that she is already sleepy, but she still relies on willpower to persevere, but she refuses to fall asleep.

Finally, when the third story was about to end, the little guy fought up and down his eyelids for a long time, no longer struggling, and his long eyelashes stuck to his eyelashes like feather fans.

Han Mo looked at the little guy carefully, gently covered her with the quilt, put away the story, quietly walked out of the small room, and closed the door.

Shu Ya knew that Han Mo had to meet someone in addition to filming a movie in India, and wanted to have a good chat with him about the filming of the movie and meeting that person. When the distance was about meters, he suddenly strode in front of Shu Ya, "I'll take you there."

Shu Ya originally wanted to say, but before she could say what she wanted to ask, she was choked by Han Mo's sudden sentence.

"You don't have to send me off. You must be exhausted after being in India for so long. I'll just go by myself." Shu Ya said with concern.

"I'm not tired." Han Mo said decisively.

"You have a good night's rest. During your time in India, you have lost weight." Shu Ya really cares about Han Mo, and she is very distressed when she sees Han Mo black and thin.

"I don't need to rest." Han Mo was indeed a little haggard, probably because of his tanning and lack of sleep.

Not as energetic as before.

Shu Ya knew what Han Mo was thinking, a blush appeared on her cheeks, and she whispered, "Actually, you don't need to worry for a while."

A smirk appeared on the corner of Han Mo's mouth.

The smile at this moment is something he has never shown in front of outsiders.

Still the same as before, Han Mo told his mother.

"Okay, don't ask me again, why are you nagging more than me."

"I'll come early tomorrow to send the child to kindergarten."

Chen Yuehong slapped her mouth, "You all hurry up, while the child is asleep now."

Han Mo nodded and glanced meaningfully at Shu Ya, who deliberately avoided Han Mo's gaze.

Han Mo held Shu Ya with one hand and turned the door with the other, at this moment.

"But the child hasn't slept yet!"

The little guy's soft and glutinous voice came from behind.

Han Mo took Shu Ya's hand and walked out, and when he heard the little guy's voice, the leg he wanted to open had not yet stepped out of the door, and was instantly petrified.

The three adults looked in the direction of the voice together. The little guy was wearing pink pajamas and small slippers with a yellow duck pattern. He was standing with sleepy eyes. He was holding a long ear of Beibei Rabbit in his hand. Look at the father and mother who are about to go out.

Han Mo's expression froze on his face. He hoped that the sound he just heard was an illusion, but when he saw the little guy, everything was real.

Twenty minutes later.

"Are we going to live at my mother's house in the future? Oye is great!" The little guy waved his little hands around happily.

"Not every day, but occasionally. Otherwise, grandparents would be lonely without Xuanxuan." Shu Ya gently touched the top of the child's head.

Han Mo was just driving and didn't want to say a word. Why are the plots always surprisingly similar, what about going to bed and what about the two-person world?

The little guy changed his clothes and went to the car again, he was completely sleepless, and he was very excited.

Han Mo, ""

This has been the case for several days, Han Mo has been unable to resist, he can only resign himself to fate, he can't afford it, he can't afford it

Xiao Pang Xie walked into the office, looked at Han Mo's dark circles with unrequited eyes, stunned for a moment, then cleared his throat, "I sent our full movie to India two days ago. In the past, what they told me was that they would call you at 9:30 am Beijing time today and talk to you in detail.

At this moment, Han Mo's phone rang. It was Agra's call. Han Mo subconsciously glanced at the time, which happened to be 9:3o.

Just after the call was connected, Agra's broken Chinese rang again. Although it was very blunt, Han Mo got used to it and became a symbol of Agra instead.

"Mr. Han, please allow me to use the word great to describe you, I'm sorry I'm a little excited." Agra's voice was more than a little excited, it should be described as very excited.

And he used "great" as soon as he came up, which made Han Mo a little surprised.

"The shooting of the movie is the result of our joint efforts." Han Mo said politely.

Agra was even more excited, "No, Mr. Han, it's not just the film, your film is fantastic, but when I found Mahavira as you ordered, I completed the task you gave me, for They offer some convenience. I swear, it's the best thing I've ever done in my life."

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